The Voices

Posted on by Christiana Oladele Posted in PoetryTagged , , ,

The voices have returned,

Whispers climbing up

The wall I built to keep them out

They want to be heard

But I fear

That if I let a few in

They would bombard me

And make me go mad

I have been mad before

I have played with the voices

I have seen the voices

And I have danced with them

They weren’t beautiful

But they were all I knew

Sometimes they were hurtful

And brought pains like I never knew

Eventually all I needed was the pain

To keep me afloat

To let me know that I could feel

And to let me know I had life

Then the voices began to grow

They grew and wanted more

More than I had to offer

And then they brought temptation

Oh, the fight I had to put up

Building a wall and tearing it down

Because the temptation was too hard to resist

I didn’t know how to be without the voices

For a while they were quiet

Punishing me for trying to keep them out

And I let myself be punished

Till I had them banished.

Forever I thought that was,

But the voices have returned

I hear them whisper oh so softly

But I know their lies

Yet I can’t seem to decide.

Weary I am,

But fight I must

Till I arise,

A victor at last.

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